When Worlds Meet

Chapter Ten

The King had seemingly forgotten about arguing with his son, although the prince knew it would certainly kick off again later just as soon as the hype died down. The king was always one to remain livid for a very long time after a verbal brawl such as this.

It was part of the reason that seventeen-year-old Vegeta continuously pushed his fathers patience to the barriers.

In fact it was one of the only times he could remember that his father had dropped a fight and had opted to focus on something else and not him.

As Bulma looked bleary eyed at the cloak, she was taken aback at how well it was working. She knew her father was a genius, but this had to be one of his greatest experiments ever, she just wished she'd had the chance to work on it with him instead of sitting at home with her books and learning herself.

Nobody excluding the guards at the back of the throne room, noticed the prince as he stood behind Bulma forcing his tail to remain in place around his waist.

Mentally cursing his tail, and telling it to stop moving he breathed in her luscious scent. Everybody else was so focussed on the invisible cloak as it materialised and disappeared with each flick of the remote.

"Briefs…. Is it not." The king interrupted, as he cleared his throat moments later and looked down to the nervous scientist stroking his beard with thought.

Bulma looked upwards at the shadow, and then realised the presence of the prince still standing behind her. Not wanting to turn around, she felt her breathing increase rapidly as she concentrated on what the king was saying.

There was a very high chance that he could take the experiment and not pay her father any funds. She had an inkling feeling that the prince had more in store for her however…

Dr Briefs made a long and slow bow to the king, "Yes your majesty."

"Did you design this cloak yourself? Was it created by your own hands?"

Dr Briefs nervously nodded, "In…. in the science labs with some other men."

The prince chuckled, causing Bulma to jump into the air in fright. She still didn't know what deal he wanted to make with her, and she couldn't help but feel the lust in his eyes.

Any normal girl would melt with the sexy glint in his mysterious eyes; females would cut off limbs just to be in his presence and have him command them to do things they would normally never do.

The only thing Bulma could see was the mischievous dark eyes, and his annoying sexy smirk as he stared her down like a predator watching its prey cower.

"I wish to have you work for me, I shall purchase the prints for this extraordinary invention on the condition that you give nothing away to anybody else."

Bulma ignored the king and her father as she felt the prince's deliberate heavy breathing down her neck, each breath was causing pulses to shoot through her body as she felt her tail quiver with nervousness. She couldn't think of anything, until Vegeta pulled her even closer with his tail until his cheek was touching her neck.

"Forgotten about our little deal bbbulma?" he mocked deviously, as Bulma tried to focus on the agreement between her father and the great King.

Vegeta smirked triumphantly as he felt her fluffy tail flickering restlessly against his thigh. Continuing to enjoy the feel of it he placed his head against her smooth cheek until he was next to her perfect little ear.

The prince felt most strange as he took in her natural beauty, her blue hair smelt so arousing and her scent was everywhere he breathed. "I…." he paused as he ravished in the feel of being this close to the girl.

Bulma tensed, Vegeta sensed this and yet continued he enjoyed feeling her uneasiness. "Want…"

Dr Briefs shot a sideward glance to Bulma, as Vegeta smirked his way glaring coldly through his predatory eyes. Bulma gulped, she could tell he was taking pleasure on her edginess.

She felt as though she was in a wild battle, she knew from instinct the more tense and nervous you show; the more advantage your opponent will have over you.

Being frightened was a weakness; especially to a Saiyan it was something that should never be felt. It was saved for the weaker races like the almost extinct Tsufuls and their cousins.

In the presence of the evil little prince, Bulma couldn't help but feel slightly terrified. In the space of a few minutes she had been offered a new haircut by the guards, had her pride shattered over the floor by not just the prince but the king also, and now he was purely and obviously playing mind games with her.

What an evil little bastard he was, she had done him no wrong and instead assisted her father in introducing the life changing experiment that could help them defeat any threat to the race.

He on the other hand had insulted her heritage, threatened her in many creative ways and even had the audacity to publicly touch her as though she were working the streets.

The prince stood behind her breathing heavily, deliberately savouring the time as he placed his cheek upon hers. Bulma writhed as he pulled his warm fluffy tail even tighter symbolising that she would not be released until he decided so.

The smirk was clearer than ever, as she released a deep threatening growl. It was wild and instinctual, showing the wildness from deep within her. He seemed to like this, as he purred tantalisingly into her ear as he nuzzled her soft cheek.

"What do you want then?" Bulma hissed quietly, as she wrinkled her nose up as he began to tantalisingly rub her cheek with his.

Bulma bit her lip sharply as he moved across, and began rubbing his nose against her left ear.

The guards looked on in awe and shock, as the king continued to decline to notice his son bonding with the female. The Saiyan King was now rambling on to Dr Briefs as though he were an old friend, both had a wine glass in hand and were speaking technically about the advantages of the cloak. Dr Briefs was still sweating not daring look behind as to why his daughter had suddenly been silenced.

"What do you think I want woman?" Vegeta whispered huskily, as he playfully nudged her ear with his nose again causing her to shiver.

She was not only wary of him, she was also very excited. The scent seeping from her made Vegeta tighten at the groin; this blue haired peasant was doing the most unusual things to his body. He liked it.

Bulma did not reply, she was concentrating on the feeling of the prince being so close, any moment now and the king would notice and probably kill her on the spot. He wouldn't acknowledge the horrid sexy prince who was blatantly seducing her behind his fathers back.

"I want….."

"Want what…" she whispered, finally giving into his sexy seductive charm. She blocked the fear from her mind, as she looked up into his mesmerising mysterious eyes. He really was one of the strongest beings on the planet; she could sense this as she breathed in his manly odour.

She quickly turned as a bead of sweat dripped down, as the prince's smirk grew quickly into a cheeky grin. What girl wouldn't fall for this guy? He was certainly one of the sexiest men she had ever encountered; he looked, spoke, and even acted like a real prince.

His hair was a soft spikey mass; she had felt it earlier when he had been almost bowing towards her neck.

The prince used a hand and pulled her face back towards his, he chuckled but said nothing as Bulma hastened her breathing she didn't attempt to move away; in fact she seemed to like being this close to the prince.

Reaching a hand tentavily forwards, she moved to touch the hair once again. Vegeta growled but made no move to push her small soft hands out of the way. She massaged his spiky hair for a few moments before he ripped his tail from her waist and placed it delicately under her chin.

Teasingly he ticked her chin, as she tried to batter his soft tail away from her face.

The flirtations were crystal clear to the guards, who were standing at the back speechless neither daring to move. They saw what had become of their past colleague and they most certainly did not wish to end up the same way.

Bulma giggled, before she sharply bit her tongue drawing some blood.

The king turned around, and glared coldly to the two youngsters in which Vegeta had already agilely removed his tail wrapping it back around his waist.

"You are young and stupid child, do you wish to be executed?"

Bulma widened her eyes, before Vegeta broke the cold silence. Glaring towards his father, the smirk formed once again. "Are you talking to me father?"

"Keep out of this brat, the female is mocking me."

"Well I can certainly understand why old man."

Vegeta stood forwards, not even realising what he was doing until it was too late. He stood in front of the blue haired girl, blocking his father's view of her. His posture immediately became a fighting stance, as he growled deeply. Nobody was going to hurt the blue haired female but him.

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